Roland stepped out from the family house into the silent night. He had the phone to his ear, the wind brushing hard against his skin.
Sage would hurt Zoey. He knew it. The monster will hurt her and it will be his fault.
“Michael,” Roland’s voice tightened over the phone. “Michael, you have to stop him. You don't want to do this…”
Laughter ripped though the line.
“Oh Roland,” Sage said softly. “You are getting this all wrong. I don't care about the detective, it's you I want.”
A knot tightened Roland’s chest.
“Michael,” he called, but there was no answer, only the weight of Sage's presence.
“Meet me at Ghost Ville,” Sage’s voice turned cold. “And Roland, come alone. My eyes are on the lookout. If I so much as see another shadow that's not you…”
Roland’s stomach turned as Sage lef
